Oakley sat in his room, staring at the sketchbook that had caused so much chaos and pain in his life. The book was open to a drawing of Billy, his former best friend, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt and regret wash over him.
He had tried to use the book to make things right, to bring back those who had died and to create a better world. But instead, he had caused more destruction and pain. He knew he had to end it all.
With shaking hands, he picked up a lighter and approached the sketchbook. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he was doing the right thing. But he knew deep down that it was time to let go.
He flicked the lighter and held the flame to the first page. The paper caught fire and quickly spread, consuming the drawings and words that had once held so much power.
Oakley watched as the flames grew higher and hotter, feeling a sense of relief and closure. The book was gone, and with it, the madness that had plagued him for so long.
As the last page burned, Oakley felt a weight lift off his shoulders. He knew that he would never forget what had happened, but he could finally move on and start a new chapter in his life.
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, feeling a sense of freedom and peace wash over him. He closed his eyes and whispered to himself, "It's over. It's finally over."
